The large canopy bed and the ornate dressing table indicate that this is a woman’s private space.
It seems that I entered Anaxia’s bedroom unintentionally.
The current owner of the room was busy imitating me, so I had time to look around the room.
Compared to the obsessive mirroring of the hallway walls, there were surprisingly few mirrors in the bedroom.
Of the few, the one that caught my eye was the mirror on the dressing table.
“… … .”
My two eyes were fixed on the mirror and my two feet were automatically drawn closer.
